Once, Luca accidentally touched a Lily in the kindergarten, and his allergic reaction was so severe that he nearly died.”
Speaking of this, Riley’s eyes dimmed with sadness.
“But Adam has forgotten all about it…”
Debra’s POV:
I could tell that Riley was depressed. In fact, she Looked even sadder than the day she was nearly choked to death by Adam.
Ny heart sank to the pit of my stomach
I could understand how Riley felt now.
Adam had forgotten that Riley and Luca were deathly allergic to this kind of flower. He wanted to apologize to his family, but the flowers he brought could’ve killed them.
It meant that Adam didn’t really give a damn about them at all.
No wonder Riley was so depressed.
I looked at her sadly, wondering how she was able to put up with such a terrible husband for so long.
After carefully disposing the flowers, I went back to the Living room with Riley. As she had predicted, Adam didn’t ask about the flowers again. It was as though he didn’t care about whether Riley liked them or not.
Acting as though nothing had happened, he Looked up when we entered the living room and ordered, “Riley, you and Debra should start preparing for the upcoming carnival. It’ll Last for a week. Many people from the other packs will come, and I’LL be seeing many old friends. You’d better to entertain them well.”
Talking about the carnival, Adam couldn’t conceal the excitement in his tone.
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This made me wonder if there was something more to the carnival than he was letting on.
To see his old friends? Was that true? Or did he have some ulterior motive?
“Okay.”
Despite Riley feeling hurt over the fact that Adam nearly killed her with the Lilies, she still obeyed him meekly.
I stole a wary glance at her. What if she just refused?
On second thought, I realized that the two seem to have gotten used to this kind of dynamic. One was a domineering narcissist, habitually ordering others and caring about no one but himself, while the other was meek and obedient.
At Adam’s request, Riley and I began to sort out the invitations for the carnival.
It was clear that Riley enjoyed doing this. As soon as we sat down and started dealing with the invitations, she seemed to be in a better mood. She patiently dripped wax over the Lips of the envelopes and sealed them with a beautiful motif, making the invitations look very fancy.
“Riley, the invitations you made are beautiful,” I couldn’t help but praise her sincerely.
Riley’s dull eyes finally lit up happily.
“It’s all thanks to your help, Debra,“ she responded humbly.
